As the others fussed about some magic door, Archer began searching for his clothing. The gravel scraped the soles of his feet as he walked, wondering primarily where his lab coat had gone. His glasses were in the breast pocket, and he couldn't go without them. He was distracted first when the blonde thanked him. Pausing, he looked her way, wearing a strange expression that none of them could see. Thinking for a moment, he shook his head as he rounded one of the plastic plants. "It wasn't a problem," he replied, plucking one of the flat leaves as he passed. "We completed this task efficiently and quickly. All of us performed admirably."
He was about to request that they all keep his talent a secret when the boy, Nick, spoke up. Turning, he followed his finger. "Indeed they are. Thank you." He trotted to the pile, turning his back on them as he pulled his pants on. As he shrugged into his shirt, he slowly faded back into visibility. He didn't bother to button the shirt as he turned back, finally visible again, towards the others. He was just going to take it off in a few minutes.
As he approached the castle, he saw his lab coat hanging from the side of the castle. He tugged it free, draping it over his left arm as he retrieved his glasses and slipped them on. Smoothing a hand back over his hair, he looked to the others and then the door. "There's no use in speculating. Either we step through that door or we perish here." His tone was detached and matter-of-fact. As the others moved to it, he followed, not worrying about going first or last. It was all the same to him.